A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born

was the one who picked

a simple building with windows that had a Light green

feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a

was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was,

window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital

doctor had almost given up on

had lived

a glass of water

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

like he had not

at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively at

twitched when he

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully

her favorite food,” Mark

response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born

to

then, he stopped and

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it

better not call her,”

give Cecilia too much

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin

him and swallowed them

the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on

done, Mark looked sideways at

got weaker and weaker until he finally

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still

had almost

was still alive. He had lived two

him with a glass of water and medicine in his

you to take the medicine,”

seemed like he had not heard

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

nose twitched when he heard

during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite meat

her favorite

to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should

heard this, he began to

stopped and shook

it was better if he never

I better not call

have to give Cecilia

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

took the medicines from him and swallowed

on the bed, and a nurse

was done, Mark looked sideways at the

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it

Alexis. He dreamed that

behavior was much like

look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught

this Cecilia in his

and gently stroked his

this point, Mark woke

of the hospital room were white, just like

gently closed

needed to have more

in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life

gone to buy the pumpkin pies by

nurse was in the

home. He

the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the

knew he couldn’t change anything for

up as long

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive

was determined to stay strong and fight

now, he was finding it difficult to

he sat up on the bed and started to make paper

would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get

to go there because he

trembled as he thought

Peter came back to

had run into a snowstorm on his way,

are still warm,” he said to his boss

paper planes Mark had been making

neatly arranged the paper planes and

have some of

only actually

not more than a

putting it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

narrowed his eyes and

back home and have

Angela’s Library

cheerfully assured him. But he could

he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang.

was around 4

he looked at the caller ID.

you,” Peter urged in a low

broke into

boy,” he

concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It

voice sounded a

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her

birth to a girl that

the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything

said,

Mark closed his eyes.

see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

no matter what, I hope you

entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was

in the first half of his life. He didn’t

and

the duration of the call, he never even dared

all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that Mark

“What happened?” he asked.

the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby

to hear this and he did a fist pump

great,” he said with

the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a

nodded in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper

to fly back home to see Cecilia

Angela’s Library

glance

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